Standard (EADGBE)
The whisperings, may hurt you
But the printed word might kill you
The whisperings, may hurt you
But the printed word might kill you
So don't let the blue, the blue eyes fool you
They're just gelignite, loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos God knows - oh!
You know I couldn't last
Someone, please take me home
The teenagers, who love you, they will wake up, yawn and kill you
The teenagers, who love you, they will wake up, yawn and kill you
So don't let the blue, the blue eyes fool you
They're just gelignite, loaded and aiming right between your eyes
CDs and T-shirts, promos God knows - oh!
You know I couldn't last
Someone, please take me home
There's a cash register ringing and
It weighs so heavy on my back
Someone please take me home
The critics who, can't break you
They somehow help to make you
The critics who, can't break you
Unwittingly they make you
So don't let the good days, of the gold discs, creep up and mug you
No, no - No, no, no-oh!
With evil legal eagles, you know I couldn't last
accountants rampant, you know I couldn't last
Every -ist and every -ism, thrown my way to stay
And the northern leeches go on, removing, removing, removing
Then in the end, your royalties bring you luxuries, your royalties bring you
luxuries, oh but
The squalor of the mind, the squalor of the mind, the squalor of the mind